The great dry
Has finally been achieved
Without fanfare
As written in the sand

The sea of words no longer
Beckoning as it once did
And why sail it for all the risks
Despite rewards?

Besides the desert has a beauty all its own
Filled with varying oases of thought
Mirages of inspiration
Waiting to be real

And until Crazy Horse does another
Of his unauthorized rain dances
Amid the palms I remain
Sincerely yours


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